"And this Royal Soul Master you need, must be one of my followers?" Robin asked, a faint, mocking smile curling across his lips. "Don't you think you're putting me in a rather difficult position, Your Majesty?"
"On the contrary," Althera replied, leaning forward slightly, her golden eyes narrowing with calm confidence, "I'm getting you out of one." Her voice softened, but her words carried the weight of truth. "You promised to make me stronger, and I know that's… impossible. I simply found it amusing that you'd owe me a favor, so I allowed you to take the first two volumes of the Atlas." She sighed faintly, her expression turning sincere. "I regret having to call in that favor now, but I truly need Morgana—now more than ever. I'm sure you've heard… as an instructor, and more importantly, as a Royal Soul Master."
